“ The "microclimate" is a beloved London myth. People will swear that their particular square, due to some alignment of buildings, is a "sun trap" or that the wind "always whips around that corner." While there is some truth to urban canyon effects, much of it is folklore. It gives us a sense of localised knowledge and control. "Oh, don't worry, it always burns off by ten in Primrose Hill," someone will say, with the authority of a village elder, as the drizzle continues unabated. These beliefs are harmless superstitions, little weather religions we practice to feel we understand the capricious god of the London sky. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK. ”